Adobe Skin
My rough, calloused palm caresses the smooth roundness
This wall is slick and blemish-free. Sensual
Like the swollen belly of a pregnant woman
This body-hugging adobe pod
Filled with feminine energy
Transforms the harsh desert sand
Into a soft maternal membrane
These casita walls are my external womb
They sing to me, call my name
Soothe me into production
Nurture my infantile creativity
Hold me tightly in the safety of your skin
Let my tears flow, my joy awaken
Let my pen press, my imagination abound
Be my talent and my tenaciousness
Be my lightning and my rain
Be my muse, my mantra, my mother
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